In threads of time before

When Gods and Kings had every word

Your power could not be ignored.

Nothing stood in the way of such a magnificent kingdom.

Yet, your one fault was prodigious-

A glaring achilles heel.

Attempting to balance an entire empire by

relying on, depending on,

living on

the backs of slaves.

Humans.

This power could not survive.

And now, your dynasty has fallen.

 

Ringlets of gold become iron chains

Overpowered by the ambition of freedom in slaves.

Their rebellious faith has erased your name

And now, your dynasty has fallen.

 

It seems you do not understand

The beautiful crown of a stubborn empire may give you strength

But it only closes your mind.

Your jewel-studded, makeup-circled,

covered

eyes

Only see fame, fortune, leisure

Not the honest morality

Of this journey called life.

 

But now, you cannot be redeemed.

You cannot be saved.

It is too late.

 

A sapphire-studded sarcophagus can’t forgive your sins

A golden throne strengthens only a facade

Hiding hatred, arrogance, ignorance.

The mighty winds which wafted away the poor,

The slaves, the insignificant, the unwanted

Now send you crashing

A terrible domino-flood

Now sends you crashing

towards demise.

Like birds in an opened cage

They fly away to freedom.

Once tools, now men

Freedom cries their name.

Rebels!  Romantic souls!

Hope has been your guide, has it not?

Now go!

Find a new land to love and prosper!

Find the path away from this prison!

Find a calm after the storm!

The storm of a dynasty

That has fallen.